Friday, January 20, 2012

The Joy of Clamps

We have a number of toys here in the house, having slowly added bits and pieces here and there in the last couple of years. But among the flogger, plugs, collars, cuffs and everything else, by far J's favorite tool to use on me is nipple clamps. We have two sets of nipple clamps, each with their uses:

First we have a set of tiny, strong clamps that pinch down tight on a very small surface area of the body, usually my nips but sometimes elsewhere. These are Her 'task clamps', the ones She has me wear when She feels i need to better focus while performing a specific request like cooking dinner or doing laundry. The clamps bite in and sting from the moment She puts them on, a smile on her face as she give the chain between them a quick tug.

The other day She had me put them on and then sent me out to the store to get some lotion for massaging her later that night. Walking around the store feeling those clamps dig in tight made my heart beat a mile a minute, and i was sure that everyone (especially the attractive young woman who helped me pick out the best lotion) knew that i was clamped. Feeling the chain slide across my stomach, the clamps yanked and pulled as my shirt brushed against it, was exquisite. When i returned J was quite pleased with the lotion i had picked out, and with a smile said She would have to use those clamps more often when She sends me out on errands.

But the ones J looovvves are our clover clamps. For anyone who doesn't know about these amazing creations, clover clamps are clamps connected by a chain, and the amazing thing about them is that they are designed so that the clamps dig in tighter anytime the chain is yanked or pulled. It is an amazing experience, one that definitely keeps a hubslave at attention!

The other night i came into the living room and my gorgeous wife was lying on Her side on the couch, twirling our clover clamps around Her lovely finger. She beckoned to me and i immediately came to Her side, kneeling next to the couch as she pulled my shirt off over my head.

"Now slave," She whispered. "you are going to bring me a glass of wine, that red we opened the other day. you will also slice some cheese, bring the strawberries and crackers on a plate and return swiftly. And these will help you focus," She added.

J attached a clamp to each of my nipples, then gave the chain a quick yank. i gasped at the sudden jolt, my breathing heavy and eyes wide. i always feel so submissive almost immediately once i've been clamped, and tonight was no exception. i found myself leaning towards J's face, yearning for a kiss. She of course put Her hand up and pushed me away, holding the chain as i fell away for another quick jolt.

"Oh no you don't, slave," She snapped. "Now go."

i hustled as fast as i could, gathering all She had requested and returning to Her side in record time. She smiled and gave me a "well done," which made my brain swoon. She then took out one of the ropes we have in the house, one we usually use for tying me to the bed.

"I need you on a leash."  i frantically tied a knot around the clamp chain, making a double knot just to be sure it was secure. as i handed Her the other end, She smiled and pointed at the TV remote across the room. i knew what to do and immediately stood up and started towards the remote. But i was stopped short by a pull on the rope, which yanked the chain away from my body and caused the clamps to dig in even tighter then before.

i turned and looked at J, but She just smiled. She loosened her grip a little and the rope went slack, and i began heading for the remote again, only to be stopped short by another yank of the rope.

J laughed and made the rope dance up and down while still taut, furthering torturing my throbbing nipples. "This is fun, I need to tether you more often. I love watching you struggle like this, and it's a good way to see how eager you really are to serve me."

i looked at Her with longing and adoration, yearning to make this amazing woman happy and thrilled that She was enjoying Herself so much at my expense. i turned again to get the remote and She allowed me to almost make it before pulling me back. i could almost touch it, but the clamps were definitely giving me pause.

"Well, go on, slave. If you can't even follow a simple request like this I don't think you really deserve the privilege of serving me, do you?" I shuddered and gazed at Her, and She simply smiled and flicked Her wrist towards the remote again, her hand twirling the rope as She watched me.

i stretched with all i had, the chain pulled as tight as possible. i could feel the clamps digging in, one beginning to slide off even, which brought new and thrilling spikes of pain to my by now amazingly tender nipples. Finally i was able to get a finger on the remote and slide it across the chair, dropping it to the floor where i could pick it up.

"VERY good, slave," She smiled. "Now I want to reel you in. On your knees, dear."

i quickly dropped to my knees, remote in hand and body and soul in the palm of Her hand. J began to pull the rope back in, pulling me in along with it as i walked on my knees back to Her. As i returned i couldn't help but try and lean in for another kiss. Her response was to let me get painfully close before whispering a soft "no, slave. Not yet," and easing me away. She then reached down quickly and grabbed each clamp, squeezing the ends together to open them and remove them from my nipples. i yelped at the new pain as they were removed, feeling the blood rush and throbbing go to even greater heights.

J grabbed my right nipple and twisted hard. i yelped quickly again, then focused on controlling myself and keeping quiet. Tears were streaming down my face, my breath was coming in short gasps, and my eyes were wide and locked into Hers. But i was able to stop my whimpering long enough for Her satisfaction.

"Good job, dear. Keep that whimpering to a minimum from now on, because this is definitely not the last time we are doing this.  Now, get down there and give my feet some attention, slave."

She pointed to Her beautiful feet and i dutifully slid down and began massaging them, as happy and content a slave as there ever was.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Getting Started

I am excited to begin 2012 by sharing this new part of my life with others. I am a very happily married man, and after 10 years of wedded bliss, Lovely Wife (J) and I are beginning to more intentionally and thoughtfully explore a Female Led Relationship in this new year.

We have played around a bit with the idea in the past, mostly in the bedroom but at times in our daily lives as well. This has all been wonderful, and J has been a game, if at times puzzled or hesitant, participant, doling out spankings, teasing and more when i ask. But it has always felt like i was imposing upon Her, despite the fact that i was trying to put Her on a pedestal, serve Her, be "Her slave," and all that other stuff that comes up. As i said She was always game, but it still felt like I was the one in charge. We had a lot (a lot) of fun this way, but I think we both want more.

A few months back, however, i began to really think about what it means to put someone on a pedestal and to truly adore Her, not just for my own pleasure and submissive needs, but to make Her life better, more rich and more satisfying. J is an amazing woman, intelligent and kind, fun and spontaneous, optimistic and wise, and sexy as hell. We have had a number of long and open discussions about the idea of a more female led relationship, one where She truly has more and more power, where She is able to lead the way down the paths that She is interested in exploring, and where i am able to feed the submissive cravings that keep growing and rising inside me. Along the way our highest cause is to retain and enhance our loving friendship, healthy sex lives and joyous marriage.

We have been on this journey for a while, but it feels like in the last couple of months we have truly begun to plot a course, to map out where we are and where we both want to go. This is exciting, as each day seems to bring new awakenings and possibilities, and we grow closer than ever before.

i decided it was time to start writing about this, and figured starting a blog would be the best way to do that. I'm not yet sure exactly what i will be posting (i have a few ideas, though...) or how often, but you never know where you're headed until you walk out the door, right?

i will end by sharing one small moment from the other day that struck me as a good example of our new beginnings. i had done the dishes at the request of J, and She grabbed a pot and lid to make some soup for Herself. Upon examining the lid She realized i had left some nasty, crusted spinach on the edge (I am not the world's greatest least not yet =-).  In the past, She would have likely sighed, shook her head (with a wry smile on her face) and washed the lid Herself. Not that day, though. Instead She summoned me over with a sharp "come here!", grabbed me by the hair and put the lid right up into my face.

"Do you see this? What's that?" She snapped. I was speechless, struggling for words.

"This is NOT how you leave our dishes after I ask you to wash them. Do you understand?"

"Yes...yes my Lady."

"Wash this lid, and while you're at it, do all the other pots and pans again."

i proceeded to wash the lid, as well as the (at least in theory...) already clean pan and pot in the drying rack. All the while J hovered next to me, sliding her hands over my back and ass and watching my every move. i focused on getting that lid clean more than i have ever focused on getting a dish clean in my entire life, my brain whirring, cock definitely at attention and body deeply tuned to Her presence next to me. Once i was finished She examined the lid and finding it to Her satisfaction sent me away. But not before saying "This is how it's going to be from now on. And you are going to get better at this."

I replied "Yes dear," and noticed a quiver in my voice that I did not expect. I apologized again and vowed it would not ever happen again. "Better not," She replied, a twinkle in Her eye and a wondrous smile on Her face.

Not a huge event, not a big production, but exactly the kind of more established daily actions that we have been talking about and are interested in exploring. i spent the next hour aroused, chastised and fulfilled all at once, and felt even more so like adoring Her in whatever way She desired. When She sat down to eat her soup i slid over and gently rubbed Her feet, a wordless act that affirmed the events of earlier and made us both immensely happy.

i am a happy, lucky man.